On Edge!

Strange atmosphere as society on itself encloses

everybody is on edge in society

trust between people is lacking aggression grows

so many acts of terrorism

only days between incidents has got them scared

for this onslaught not prepared!

 

What has changed so dramatically this last year

the poor left reeling perplexed

who is the real enemy hiding within the shadows

ready to harm the innocent bystander

without mercy or conscience

every media outlets twenty four seven repeating

information our sanity beating!

 

What is real anymore as people turn against friends

family suspicious of each other

violence on the streets is growing society unsettled

basic rights are failing for many

what will happen next nobody seems to understand

is  the third world war at hand?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

The Year!

The year could be any that we may remember

the increasing violence a way of life

caused by mankind’s hand and natures power

conflicts refuges from far-flung shores

as armies invaded increasingly country borders

a new president adding to the mix

with discourse expanding throughout society

heightened that loss of security

surveillance being taken to paranoid extremes

unknown forces facing humanity

with only the few living in debauched luxury

more failed to cope with surviving

depression and suicide alarmingly escalating

new year hangovers remained the year

ahead lay uncertainty of humanities true path

as that darkness gripped the soul

a confusion had tightly entwined itself around

our chemical makeup as genders merged

evil became the way of thinking

suspicion of each other like a sickness spread

leaving too many innocent dead

media outlets given scripted news for us to view

most of it later discovered untrue

reality becoming a 3D game all were consumed

the right of the individual forever doomed!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Peaceful Protest!

He himself was there for the peaceful protest

no intention of causing violence

until a large group in masks carrying weapons

held in leather-covered hands

yet soon found himself there betwixt the battle

his conscience it did rattle!

 

Good humour was amongst the many around

with the purpose of protest

but by peaceful endeavour was their intent

families the young and elderly

together to express their joint disagreement

between them an even temperament!

 

Police kept well back joining in with the activity

almost a carnival atmosphere

weather was good many onlookers waved happily

until the first foul language heard

as chunks of paving slabs flew passed their heads

with the start of anarchy threads!

 

Calm organised protest became a screaming mob

children pushed falling scared

parents trying to protect their brood panic-stricken

barriers became lethal weapons

nobody was immune from brutal abuse or aggression

and growing scenes of oppression!

 

No more a family event of sympathetic mutual protest

as blows hit damaging human bodies

vicious uncontrollable violence as the mob surged

dispersing cries of pain and despair

placards now trampled under steel toe capped boots

rapidly returning to their tribal roots!

 

Pepper spray thrust into the mix no smiles but tears

uncontrollable hatred as body fluids spilt

camera crews watched eager for the thugs to perform

law and order became hard to enforce

that moment of genuine purpose was now totally lost

the chance of genuine dissent tossed!

 

The young man could only run with rest of the crowd

stopping with a laceration above his eye

smoke now lingering over the scene like a shroud

as the evil our freedom did deny!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Street Scene!

There in the gutter she sat disheveled

bruised a cut on her forehead

a passing motorist witnessed the attack

as two thugs punched the girl

dragging her onto the sodden roadway

in a callous and brutal display!

 

Being disturbed by the concerned motorist

grabbed her shoulder bag

ran off laughing without any care or thought

calling the police went to her aid

soon police and ambulance crew on scene

to assist the petrified teen!

 

Another everyday violent public street scene

violence erupting with no warning

paramedics attended the innocent victim

knowing it could have been worse

the policewoman spoke kindly giving support

seeking clues for them to be caught!

 

A crowd grew cameras recorded the moment

her mum arrived to comfort her

but as she had sustained series facial injuries

was transported to hospital

her blood flowed washed into the storm drain

by the now torrential rain!

 

Soon there was no indication of the ordeal

just another statistic and person to heal!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Hands of Destruction!

The millions struggling to cope with life

seeking to find happiness

anyway they can in a controlling society

where violence is close by

moments of joy snatched before its taken

the innocent are forsaken!

 

The clash of different cultures is it a myth

instigated to divide us

when the people want to interact as one

sharing their friendship

not wanting to inflict such awful suffering

as humanity is stuttering!

 

Are we not the same people from all nations

hating each other by actions

taken by those we trust for our existence

to safeguard our security

but now the fear of attack has escalated

our lives too complicated!

 

What will each day bring more uncertainty

as out there evil doth prey

as the darkness engulfs unsuspecting beings

nowhere for us to go and hide

those hands of destruction grow stronger

as common sense exists no longer!

 

Let Peace Love and Cooperation be more

than hollow words to stop the war!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Perpetual!

Perpetual wars ravage the battered ground

graves littered with the bones

of billions of corpses with countless tales

each could tell of their misery

harrowing demise through the carnage

of ever fed human rage!

 

Easily led and guided through their traditions

beliefs by convincing leaders

able to cultivate the hate and violence within

assistants given to promote

inflaming conflicts so they  rapidly expand

to once peaceful and friendly land!

 

Poverty covers large parts of a weary earth

scared with the warfare

as the environment adds to the desperation

a cataclysmic scenario nears

as the mega rich in their mighty towers rule

oversee us so arrogant and cruel!

 

What is the truth that surely has yet to be told

what deceptions existed

that we have assumed were honestly authentic

what is there actually to fear

as each day brings another unnerving suspicion

society heads towards decomposition!

 

Resources dwindling the population on overload

communications expanding

not for the reconciliation of a peaceful civilisation

as death and warfare boosted

technology advancing faster than we understand

life now for most is no wonderland!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Refugees?

The small group of refugees stuck together

as if in a family unit

young men and women with one intent

minds aligned to hate

despising those who did not think their way

or in their beliefs pray!

 

Had it in their minds to cause the west mayhem

each focused on the same path

those who did not follow in their philosophy

were a target to harm

more twisted thinking none wanting any peace

just hatred and violence to release!

 

Through history they were not a new evil breed

but part of a radical creed

thus everybody was wrong if they did not agree

narrowly fixated without grace

within their suicidal cruel and sadistic thought

the innocent a solution sought!

 

Not caring who were the people they obliterated

or upon which powerful nation

the planet has become an endless battleground

where populations exist in fear

uncertain where any safety could ever be found

and fanatics no more their lives to hound!

 

Yet with spiralling terror when all is said and done

no matter what background most folks are one!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

A Lovely Daughter!

A lovely daughter full of life and hope

spending a day with her family

catching up as she now lived far away

visiting familiar and fond places

memories that could never be erased

so much joy was raised!

 

Strolling along the harbour and old pier

no thought of violence in mind

a link between father and precious child

without any warning a shot

is heard then his child sinks to the floor

his emotions soon to be raw!

 

A lone figure runs quickly from the scene

concerned only with escape

leaving a stunned father holding his sibling

fatally wounded cradled  in his arms

asking for his help he was unable to give

for this atrocity hard to forgive!

 

In silence he stayed until medics arrived

sadly too late for any hope

within those seconds reality had changed

a precious life denied

real happiness taken by a culture of evil

her place nothing could fill!

 

Rest in peace another victim of a violence!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Fulfillment Or Failure?

Is every breathing second filled with happiness

decisions we made brought us fulfillment

good fortune love and an orderly disposition

or memories relate a different outlook

where there is no passion and we have failed

and a life that is totally derailed!

 

How will mankind’s reign one day be defined

of his cruelty and earths destruction

rage and violence deeds against his own race

absolutely no concern for life itself

will anybody remain to record the final debris

doubtful to zero possibility!

 

The time of man’s existence is but a single blink

can it be written as fulfillment

or massive failure draining the earth resources

as a race who never respected

the environment it relied on or those created

each through greed decimated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Club!

The club was built on a slaughter-house site

where death was embedded

in eighteen twenty-one the hauntings began

soon as the wooden structure

opened for business visitors felt the chill

many became violently ill!

 

Voices were heard flies often filled the air

nobody understood why

did tainted blood washed down the well

on the ancient burial ground

cause the disturbances in the night spot

did it cause a man to be shot?

 

Before long more murders took place inside

some put down to drink

others were not se easy to find the reasons

in the twenties booze was band

in america prohibition was being enforced

by the feds strictly endorsed!

 

Violence escalated as gangsters profits grew

those opposing disappeared

eventually it was forced to close left empty

used by squatters and worse

devil worshippers found it ideal for rituals

breaking every holy rule!

 

It remained like this until the nineteen eighties

when a musician a venue

refitted it to his own country music design

the first manager it was said

became possessed by an entity in torment died

sinister shadows roamed inside!

 

Female screams often chilled many party goers

flying glasses and furniture

that moved without any human intervention

began to give the establishment

the wrong publicity the owner and staff wanted

soon with ghost hunters confronted!

 

Now to this day paranormal groups are certain

the activity is credibly real

has not diminished within spirits and demons

are there resident inside

one of the most haunted dwellings it is said

that fills most visitors with dread!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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